Angel's Demon V2 is an extended edition to the previous version. It is only 30K larger, has more action, story and a sex scene so it is labeled mature. It has triggering themes of violence, sexual assault, smoking, drinking and abuse. Take care as you read. The first ten chapters explore Angel's time in Heaven prior to the events that begin Angel's Demon V1. This is a four part story - the first ten chapters are part one. The rest will be uploaded regularly. This is an AU, and features many OCs with Charlie being the focal point. It is niche genre, and not everyone's tea. Yet, maybe you'll find some sugar for the tea. Enjoy.

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"Kevin….." A woman's sad voice cried.

"It's….okay….sis. I'm… going… home…"

The haze of a room, too blurry to describe, was swallowed first by darkness, and then in place of that darkness, a soft, glowing white light began to swell. It was not at all a painful light, but warm, embracing, and it pulled at him with a gentle tug. Voices began to echo all around—voices from a life that had now ended. They blended in, as if his life was passing before his eyes—a life he'd once had with a very special woman.

"Charlotte… think that's my name?"

"What the fuck are you?"

"Shoot me!"

"..healing process…"

"No killing…"

"Some demon, huh…"

"..you saved them…"

"We're sleeping here?"

"She worries about you…"

"Whoah, you don't eat the bones!"

"Missing child…"

"Fear excites you…"

"I promise, I won't mess up this time…"

The voices began to blend even more, mixed up and not always coherent, but he held on tightly to the ones that mattered most; of her.

"We wasted so much time…" / "Please hurt me some more!" / "I've slept on us long enough…" / "I trained my own partner!" / "I should have fought harder for you…" / "You'll go to Heaven!" / "When I die, I'm coming for you!" / "Angel! I Love you…"

The warm glow and swirling voices evaporated until all that was left was darkness. There was no sense of fear, only a calm surrender of self. Suddenly, a bright flash of light, ethereal and vibrant, bloomed outward into a golden sphere, large enough to envelop the silhouette forming inside. The sphere pulsed three times and then faded away, leaving the figure behind, who took on the shape of an adult male. He was down on one knee with his palm pressed against the smooth, glass-like surface of the golden tiles.

Silence followed the flash and reveal, and he was still for a few moments. When he finally raised his head, piercing brown eyes saw before him a golden gate of elegant design—the entrance to heaven itself. As he stood up to his full six-foot-four height, he blinked and took a few moments to orient himself to his new surroundings. He looked down at his appearance and noticed he was attired in white robes with gold trim on the hem of his sleeves and the robe's ends, with a soft silk belt that secured the robes to his waist. He ran his hand through his thick, medium-long brown hair, then scratched his thin, three-day-old beard out of habit, as it did not itch. This was not the way he remembered himself when he lay on the couch in his sister's apartment, dying.

The voices that had followed him were now silent, and like waking from a dream, he could no longer recall them, clearly.

"Welcome to Heaven." A voice sounded above him and to his right, and he looked up to see a young-looking male angel with golden blond hair, curled up in the front, smiling warmly with aqua-marine eyes. "May I get your name, please?"

"Uh." The man shook his head, not knowing the answer for a moment. The angel waited patiently, as if he had all the time in the world. After a few moments, a name came to him: "Kevin Angelus Collins."

Nodding, the angel scanned a large book on the podium before him; his finger traced down a line of names until he stopped. He looked up with a look of surprise.

"You…" He paused and rechecked the book.

"Is there a problem?" Kevin asked.

"No! No problem!" The angel laughed nervously, "It's just that there's a note here that—"

"It's okay." A voice came from above, and they both looked up to see another angel descending from above. To Kevin, she appeared to be the most beautiful of all angels, wrapped elegantly in soft flowing robes of pastel purple shades. Soft locks of long silver-grey hair fell down along her back to her hips, layered over a delicate shade of tawny toned skin. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of blue and grey with white irises. She floated down like a feather to land beside the podium, "I will take it from here, Sir Peter."

Sir Peter nodded, folded his hands together, and closed his eyes.

Kevin felt overwhelmed by the spectacular being before him, and he bowed his head in a sign of respect.

The angel smiled graciously, and introduced herself, "I am the High Seraphim, but you may call me Sera. Welcome to Heaven, Kevin Angelus Collins. We have been anxiously awaiting your arrival."

Angel blinked, "Why?"

"Your work on Earth has been exemplary, if excessively so, that the powers we speak for have granted you a special place in Heaven."

"Excessively?" Kevin echoed Sera's comment.

"Your self-exile and all you did to make up for an event that was never your fault to begin with were more punishment than any soul should have had to endure. We feared you would drive yourself into insanity if you did not let your heart heal. We are saddened by your early passing, but very pleased you're here before you lost yourself." Sera's eyes were sad and sympathetic.

"I made a promise to someone." Kevin started, but found the next words lost. Who was the someone to whom he made a promise? Why could he not remember?

"When you enter Heaven," Sera seemed to answer his silent question, "Most of your Earthly memories will begin to fade. This happens so you may spend eternity at peace without the burdens of Earthly attachments. Family, friends, events, and promises will all fade away in time."

"I don't like that." Kevin said with a cool voice, "What good is Heaven if you can't recall what made your life special to begin with?"

"It is the way things are, Kevin Collins." Sera smiled kindly, "By the time you've taken your place as a High Angel, all you will know is your duties, which are few, and your days filled with peace."

Closing his eyes, Kevin tried to hold on to what he could recall. He still remembered his sister, Cassie, and a girl. There was a girl, wasn't there? Someone he loved deeply? She was—wait, who was his sister again? Did he ever have a sister? A few moments passed, and Kevin opened his eyes and smiled, "Thank you, Sera, for meeting me at the gates. I believe you said I was being given a position?

Sera nodded, knowing now that Kevin would be at complete peace; his earthly coils were now severed. "Indeed. You will be an advisor to our courts. Help myself, my protege Emily, and others to welcome new souls into Heaven, and for most of your days, enjoy quiet meditations, games, and wondrous food and drink. Nothing of consequence shall bother your soul again."

Despite this, Kevin's natural tendencies led him to ask a question: "There are courts in Heaven?"

"We occasionally have meetings and negotiations with Hell. When these take place, we have a select few who are assigned to provide their opinions and insight."

"Hell." Kevin had a nagging ping in the back of his mind about the true nature of Hell, but it was like a quick blip, and then it was gone. "I understand. So, as a High Angel, does it come with any perks?"

Sera laughed heartily, "You'll be able to visit with some of our Exorcist angels, who can guide you in the use of your new powers, if that is what you mean?"

"Exorcists? Warriors? For what purpose?" Kevin's instincts triggered again, and he raised his eyes.

"Now, now, do not burden yourself with such things for now, Kevin Collins. Come, let me show you to our main concourse. Emily is organizing a welcome party for you. She has been excited to meet you since we knew of your impending arrival."

Sera's words held a mix of suggestion and command, and Kevin found his thoughts dispersing about the concerns he had, and he smiled and nodded, "I'd be honored."

Sera gave a nod to Sir Peter, who smiled back, and the gates opened before them. As they entered, Kevin could not believe the beauty of the city that had opened before him. It defied words, but emotionally, it made perfect sense. They walked for a short bit, with Sera pointing out in which direction certain things Kevin might enjoy visiting were. Before long, they arrived at the main concourse, where another Seraphim was directing what appeared to be a band. This one was smaller, perhaps half the height of the majestic Sera, and her skin and eyes bore a lighter tone than Sera's, but there were obvious similarities. Her robes, which held bolder shades of purple, made her stand out from the other angels in the concourse.

When she saw Sera and Kevin arrive, she squeaked a sound not unlike a rubber duck being squeezed, which amused Kevin and immediately made him feel fond of her. She flew over and landed in front of the pair. "Kevin! Oh, my, you're finally here!" The Seraphim clasped his hands in hers, literally hopping up and down on the heels of her slippers. "I'm Emily! Or Em, Emmy… I will go by whatever you want! Welcome to Heaven!"

"Thank you, Emily." Kevin smiled back, her infectious joy making him feel light at heart, "But it is your name, not mine, so may I know in what way you like to be addressed? I'd like to know which you're most fond of."

Emily grinned. "Wow! Well, of course! Please, call me Emmy. I always liked it!"

"Emmy, it is. A pleasure to meet you, then!" Kevin smirked, and one memory still remained that he shared: "On Earth, I mostly went by the name—" He paused; the irony was not lost here. "Well, Angel."

"I know!" Emmy beamed, "And it has always been the most fitting name for you, Angel! I think you should embrace it here."

"I will." Angel looked at the set-up and said, "I am really honored. Especially this set-up you've prepared for me? I do not believe I have ever been one for fanfare or attention, but since you went through so much, I look forward to what you have planned."

Emmy squealed—again in her unique way—with excitement, "You'll love it! We planned a musical performance, a feast, and a tour of your new home in one of our grandest resorts!"

Angel noticed Sera nod to Emily and fly off. When she was out of sight, Angel turned back to Emily and asked, "I understand my memories of Earth have faded, but if someone in my life makes it to Heaven, will I know them?"

Emily nodded firmly, "Of course! I'm sure Sera explained why your earthly ties are severed, but it wouldn't be Heaven if you couldn't reconnect with loved ones!"

"Then, are my grandparents here?"

Emily paused and tilted her head, "If I'm to be honest, embarrassingly so, even I will sometimes not remember every soul that passes our gates. You are welcome to go visit Sir Peter later and give him their names. He will be able to direct you to them. I'm sure they are up here, though!"

"I'm sure, too." Angel softly smiled, "and perhaps so is—"

Emily looked at Angel, who had just all but stopped, his eyes glazed over, and she gently poked his shoulder. Angel blinked. "I'm sorry, Emmy. For a moment, I thought I remembered someone. Someone special."

A flicker of concern passed behind Emily's eyes. His memories should be gone, but she put on a smile, "I'm sure you've had many special people in your life, Angel, and I'm sure in time you will reconnect with all of them here in Heaven."

"Not too soon," Angel said, "I hope, anyway."

"Come!" Emily changed the topic to "Let's start the festivities!"

Taking his hand into hers, Emily guided Angel into the concourse and a party only Heaven could put on—a party he enjoyed to the fullest with all earthly ties severed. For now.